Chapter 109: This Time, Truly an Idiot

“Haah~~~ Not a single person caught. Who am I supposed to get this list from?” Chen Fan leaned against the corridor railing, letting out a big yawn as he inhaled a good deal of celestial energy. Squinting, he looked down at the crowd below, unable to recognize which ones belonged to ACCA.

“Idiot, what happened to the promised fortune possession? Hurry up and show yourself, grant me strength,” Chen Fan muttered to himself.

Nothing happened as he wished, and doubt crept in again. “Hmm? Could the New Moon incident have already taken effect? But it’s still a full moon tonight…”

He brushed his bangs aside, preparing to head back to the dorm for a nap. Halfway down the stairs, his attention was caught by a gathering below.

“What are those people huddled together up to?” Chen Fan put his hands on his hips, about to continue to the dorms.

Taking a couple of steps, he suddenly seemed to find a breakthrough, stopping in his tracks. “Wait, didn’t they say something about submitting proof before… Oh, I get it now.”

He squeezed into the crowd. No familiar faces were visible, but he found a few staff members wearing the college’s official vests. Politely, he asked, “Excuse me, are you staff handling scholarships and loans?”

Seeing them nod, Chen Fan continued, “I’m from the Disciplinary Committee. Could you show me the submitted materials from ACCA Class 1?”

The staff looked puzzled. “Aren’t you the ones checking attendance? Scholarships and financial aid aren’t your responsibility.”

Chen Fan explained the situation briefly, then added, “Since we’re all part of the student council, it’s easier to help each other out when possible. It’ll be beneficial in the future.”

The staff, understanding the implication, quickly relayed the ACCA Class 1 roster.

“Thanks a lot! I hope next time I get to check your class,” Chen Fan said, jotting down all the names on his phone, not forgetting to be courteous.

With this list in hand, all he needed was the complete roster of ACCA Class 1 to cross-reference and identify absentees.

Since the Disciplinary Committee already had access to all the college’s records, Chen Fan easily obtained the list he desired and marked the absent students on the attendance sheet.

“I swear, copying over thirty names has worn me out. This is madness. Never want to check this class again,” Chen Fan put down his pen and stretched his wrist.

Having finished, he couldn’t help but boast to himself, “Elder, don’t you think my intellect has improved drastically? I actually came up with such a perfect solution.”

“Hey, Elder? You still not awake?” Seeing no response after a while, Chen Fan reached into his pocket…

Today, he hadn’t brought his Elder talisman.

“Heh, this is awkward,” Chen Fan said under his breath, slipping out of the crowd and sprinting back to the dorm as fast as he could.

“Oh no… I forgot my dorm key too…”

Chen Fan sighed at the door, glancing sideways to notice the ventilation window in the bathroom was open.

“Hmm, hopefully I don’t step on a trap when I drop down…” He took a deep breath, stepped back a few paces, then climbed up the wall like doing pull-ups, grabbing the window ledge tightly. After some effort, half his body was wedged inside the window.

“Oh dear, now I’m stuck. Going in or not going in, neither seems possible…” Chen Fan looked at his precarious foothold, a bad feeling creeping in. Trying to back out, he found his rear stuck and immobile.

“Clang!”

He heard a dull door close nearby.

“Fan? How did you get stuck here…” Lai Guangyi didn’t recognize him at first, but as he approached, he saw it was Chen Fan.

“Why didn’t you go to class? Not even morning reading…” Chen Fan forgot about being stuck and started chatting with Lai Guangyi.

“There’s morning reading?! I was too tired from last night’s delivery work and forgot to set my alarm. Now I’m getting ready to go,” Lai Guangyi replied, unhurried even though he needed to rush, their pace leisurely like two retirees chatting by the roadside.

Suddenly remembering his predicament, Chen Fan shouted, “I thought no one was in the dorm, so I tried to climb in through the window. But it was too small, and I got stuck. Give me a hand.”

“Oh, okay, wait a sec.” Lai Guangyi grabbed Chen Fan’s pant leg and started pulling.

“Hey, hey, you’re pulling my pants off! I’m about to expose myself here, man! Roll up the pant leg and pull the calf, please…” Chen Fan didn’t move, but the fabric covering him kept shrinking.

Realizing the mishap, Lai Guangyi helped pull Chen Fan’s underwear back up. “My bad. You’ve got to pull harder on your side too.”

They counted together, “One, two, three,” and finally, like pulling a cork, Chen Fan was freed.

“Hey, be more careful next time. I’m off to class now,” Lai Guangyi wiped the sweat from his brow and hurried away.

“Thanks, you go ahead,” Chen Fan called after him.

Watching Lai Guangyi’s departing figure, Chen Fan turned away, frozen in place.

He still didn’t have the dorm key.

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“Finally inside. This dorm door is harder to get through than the main hall,” Chen Fan muttered, having wrestled to intercept the speeding Lai Guangyi and borrow his key.

A cold voice came from behind the bed curtain. “Hmph, I thought you’d get stuck in the bathroom window a second time. Don’t get too cocky.”

“Do you feel my intellect has improved? I actually came up with such a perfect solution,” the Elder mockingly freestyled.

“Was my tone really that exaggerated? Don’t talk nonsense,” Chen Fan said, slipping off his soaking shirt and flopping onto the bed like a dead fish.

“I don’t know about anything else, but I do know there’s a card lurking near you, and you haven’t reacted at all.”

Although the Elder stayed in the dorm, their souls were connected, sharing magical sensing abilities—though only one-sided.

“What? You mean there’s a card near me right now?” Chen Fan was astonished, his mouth twitching near his ear. His eyes remained squinted from exhaustion.

The Elder interrogated, “This morning, when it was closest, it was less than half a meter away. Didn’t you feel a single flutter in your heart?”

“I felt like I was having a heart attack instead. Like now—I think if I don’t sleep, I’m going to die,” Chen Fan clutched his chest, feeling his heart falter.

“So what about retrieving the card?”

“What else can I do? Sleep for a long time first. Let the floods rage all they want. Surely, this guy won’t be hurt just because I slept. Didn’t you say as long as the host’s body isn’t destroyed, the card stays attached? I’ll take my time and figure it out later.”

After his rant, Chen Fan’s snoring soon filled the room.

When he finally woke up, his phone was flooded with over ninety-nine unread messages. Opening them, he discovered the Disciplinary Committee group chat had exploded.